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HOUR NINETEEN

POEM # 19

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

BEGIN AND END

Life begins on a high,

Death ends on a sigh.

Birth to dust, short not long,

Sing a sad or happy song.

Days like vapor, years go fast,

Hopefully my legacy will last.

Man made toys left behind,

Now memories fill my mind.

Laughter only once, now I cry,

Catch your kiss, eyes not dry.

Death will pay for my crime,

No man knows when its time.

Death roams from dusk to dawn,

Like a storm he’s quick and gone.

Death takes our world away,

Life is born fighting to stay.

Written by Carl Mann

The Murmansk

6-14-2015